Enigma, how do you walk?
Not scorched by our sun?
Enigma, how can you talk?
When we are said and done?
Enigma, how can you?
Enigma, where should you cry?
If not not upon my shoulder?
Enigma where should you lie?
Without our absence growing colder?
Enigma, where should you?
Enigma, when could you leave?
If not when I beckon you?
Enigma, when could you breathe?
If not when free from me too?
Enigma when could you?
Enigma, what should you say?
When I whisper in the night?
Enigma, what could we delay?
If not our truths from the light?
Enigma, where could you?
Enigma, why do you stay?
When we can't even begin?
Enigma, why run away?
When we can try again?
Enigma, why do you?
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Deepest Afflictions to Random Speculations
PoetrySometimes We cry Sometimes We laugh Sometimes It's one of the same thing Warning: may contain strong language, adult themes, and an unnecessary amount of "extra".
